I love mowing grass. My husband is glad I love to mow grass! With the both of us working at it, we mow about three acres in approximately three hours. Not long ago, when a friend learned that I still mow, she said, “What! I haven’t mowed the lawn since I was fifteen.”
I’ve never quit mowing! I mowed lawn when our children were growing up. They had to stay away from the mower, unless there was an emergency. It was a
quiet time for me, I couldn’t hear the kids fussing and it was amazing what they could work out if Mom wasn’t there to complain to.
Today, it’s still my quiet time. I put in my ear plugs, wear gloves, hat, long sleeves and mow away, hoping no one sees me and oftentimes, I pray. I know I’m not the only one to do that, I overheard another woman recently say she did the same thing. You
do feel close to God, then. It’s in the lawn where the birds gather at the feeder and the bath, where the chipmunks play, where the deer feed, and the flowers bloom and while mowing I’m reminded that God deserves the praise for these blessings.
Of course, I have a riding mower. It’s a John Deere. It’s not one of those that you can drive over attachments and they automatically connect, but I’m thankful for it, and I can check the oil and give it gas. I remember my dad using an old reel, hand-push mower, but that was when we lived in a small town and the yard
was a small square in the front, a narrow piece along the side and the back yard was where my brothers dug roadways for their toy cars and the grass gave up hope of growing there.
A picture used to hang in our daughter’s bedroom which I loved. It showed three young girls, dressed as if they lived in the late 1800’s. They were holding hands and dancing around a tree. A Victorian house was in the background, and the yard in which they played was not mowed. I would love to know the story behind that picture, who the painter was, etc. Now, I know nothing more about it, but it brought good memories, when as a child, I picked daisies in the fields near our home.
What did home owners do before lawn mowers? Picture kneeling gardeners trimming close to the house with shears, then the farther away from the home they got, a
scythe was used, farther out then that, sheep, goats, even geese, often grazed on the land. I’m sure their grounds were not as manicured as we expect our lawns to be today.
Some may think that it is not very lady-like to mow lawn, although I believe that view went out with the Victorian age. Oh, yes, sometimes I run into a low
branch or through briers hanging over the yard and find a bruise here or scratch there. But I’ll tell you a little secret, “I’d rather mow lawn then clean house, any day.” How about you?